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li yuan, backstage.
qian jiang followed the small path that led to the backstage. the first show, â the tyrantâs farewell concubine â, was coming to an end. the actors and props team were all nervously preparing for the next show, â silang visits his mother â. if the audition was not good, the show might be cut.
a group of people squeezed on the road, making it slightly crowded.
most of the performers in the show were the permanent actors of li garden. they knew the third master, so they naturally knew the dark-faced big man beside him. they all nodded and greeted him.
qian jiang didnât know that the beijing opera actor was wearing makeup, so she asked politely, â âmay i ask if youâve seen little third master? has he been here?â
it was too chaotic backstage. except for a few big-name actors who had their own dressing rooms, many actors were squeezed together to change. the props and costumes were all squeezed together, so they couldnât see the people clearly.
however, qianjiang was a big guy and could be easily caught.
jing xingyao had to keep an eye on the situation at all times and had been observing the surroundings. he saw qianjiang at a glance and quickly tightened the glass lid, pressing it against fu qinyuan. â hurry up and get out, uncle qianjiang is here! â
like a thief, she bent down and prepared to slip away.
if he was caught red-handed, he would be done for.
fu qinyuan glanced at her from the corner of his eye and grabbed her wrist. jing xingyao shrank back in fear and patted his arm. â let go of me, fu qinyuan! â let go ...â
at this moment, an actor seemed to have suddenly thought of something. â i think iâve seen the third master before. heâs at ... â
jing xingyao had found a corner, and the actor couldnât recall who he was.
however, qian jiang was sure that he had been here before, so she started to scan him bit by bit.
jing xingyao saw that qian jiang was about to look over, but a certain someone refused to let go. he made up his mind, raised his hand, and pushed him back.
behind him was a row of clothes hangers, all of which were long clothes, rumpled, and wet long robes. the clothes were long and had wide sleeves, so they could be hung up to block people, and fu qinyuan did not want to hide.
he had thought about it. if he was found out, he would just tell his family. there was nothing to be afraid of.
however, she suddenly kicked him with her leg. â what are you standing there for? hurry up and go in! â
jing xingyao was also a martial arts practitioner. he made up his mind and suddenly kicked her in. fu qinyuan was shocked. she ...
kick me?
before he could come back to his senses, someone pressed down on his shoulder and lowered his body. he turned around and looked at the person beside him. his head was pressed down and pressed down a little more. â squat down a little! â
jing xingyao knew qian jiangâs personality well. if he was discovered and his father rushed over, the two of them would be finished.
âyouâre so nervous?â
her nerves were already abnormally tense, and with his interruption, her ears turned a little red ...
it was all red.
âstop talking.â jing xingyao turned around and glared at him.
âif weâre found out, weâll come clean with my dad and sixth uncle.â
âwhat i said to you that night was all true. i really want to marry you, so i will have to face this sooner or later.â
âthatâs what you think, i donât ...â
âyou just said you didnât do anything?â he lowered his body so that their eyes were at the same level. the space around them was extremely narrow, and they could only hold each other tightly.
â......â
she was anxious and embarrassed, wishing she could beat this shameless person to death.
fu qinyuan moved closer ...
âyaoyao, i really like you.â
âwhen are you ready to like me, to fall in love with me?â
jing xingyaoâs face turned red. this man was taking advantage of her and confessing at the same time. what kind of logic was this?
she wanted to struggle, but her waist was held down by someone. her pupils trembled in fear. how dare he ...
âdonât move. if weâre discovered, both of us will be implicated.â
â actually, we didnât have to hide just now. there were so many people and we didnât do anything. even if he saw us, he would at most say,âi came to see you.â â
â but you dragged me to hide. itâs obvious that you have a guilty conscience. if weâre discovered like this, we wonât be able to clear our names even if we jump into the yellow river. â
jing xingyao had been in a hurry at the time, and with their unclear relationship, he had subconsciously wanted to hide him, but now he realized that it was unnecessary.
he took the initiative to dig a hole and buried himself.
â even if youâre found out, you can just push the blame to me. iâve always been the one holding your hand ... â fu qinyuan would not let go of any opportunity to get close to her. he raised his hand and held her hand.
âi was the one who kissed you and pursued you ...â he said.
âjust push me out. iâm willing to be beaten and scolded for you.â
jing xingyao was scared out of his wits. how could he still say such sweet words so calmly?
âdistant crickets.â
âyouâre so worried about me ...â
âdo you like me a little?â
she felt a little weak all over.
but in her heart, she felt that this person was getting more and more black-bellied and shameless. what was the situation now? how could he be in such a leisurely mood?
just as he was about to speak, jing xingyao suddenly covered his mouth with his hand, signaling him to keep quiet.
â i think he was here just now. maybe he left. â it was a womanâs voice.
âthank you,â he said. qian jiangâs voice was still deep and strong.
jing xingyao didnât even dare to breathe, but he suddenly felt a warm touch on his palm. he actually ...
kiss my own palm?
at this time, qian jiang was looking at the clothes rack. just as she was about to lift the clothes, jing xingyao suddenly glared at fu qinyuan, then walked out by himself.
qian jiang retracted her hand and took a step back. â miss jing. â
âwhy are you here?â jing xingyao raised a hand to tuck his hair behind his ear and glanced at fu qinyuan from the corner of his eye, signaling him not to make a sound.
she wanted to hide him, and fu qinyuan was happy to cooperate with her. she had not managed to get this person, so she could not really push him.
âiâm looking for the third master. have you seen him?â
âi think iâve been here.â jing xingyao didnât dare to be too sure. after all, someone had seen fu qinyuan backstage, so she couldnât be too sure.
qian jiang nodded ...
but he didnât leave, nor did he say anything. he just stood in front of her and stared at him.
qian jiang had always been dressed in black. his facial features were even more rough, and his eyes were sharp. it was said that when a person reached the age of 30 or 40, their temper and nature would be reflected on their face, and his face would always be piled with coldness.
jing xingyao wasnât someone who grew up in fear. no matter how cold he was, he couldnât be compared to the big boss of the jing family. she smiled at him without any fear.
âwhatâs wrong? you donât believe me?â jing xingyao struck first.
qian jiang was originally a person with a cold face and a cold heart. when he opened his mouth, his eyes were sharp, as if he could directly force her heart and see through her.
âmiss jing, you also know that iâve always been very straightforward ...â
âif you have anything to say, just say it.â
âyouâre holding the little third masterâs cup, right?â
only then did jing xingyao notice that he had been holding a glass in his hand, and there was a fatty big sea in it.
she had said that she seemed to have seen it before, but now she was holding someone elseâs cup in her hand. wasnât she slapping herself in the mouth?
she already knew that qian jiang was very straightforward, but she didnât expect him to be so straightforward.
couldnât he leave her some face?
âdid you see where the third master went?â
qian jiang was a very dutiful person. fu chen had ordered him to find the person, even if he had to turn the entire pear garden upside down.
he was extremely loyal.
this was also why fu chen was always angered to death by his live-stream like reports back then and also why he used him to protect song fengwan. he was a retired soldier and was loyal to his family.
jing xingyao had no choice but to point at a random spot ...
âhe should have gone that way.â
qian jiangâs gaze was fixed on the row of clothes. however, jing xingyao was guarding it, so he couldnât search for it by force.
âexcuse me, i wish you all the best in todayâs performance.â he turned around and walked out after he finished speaking ...
at this moment, the scene had ended. thunderous applause came from the front. the actors entered the venue, including the backstage. there was a brief silence. the next second ...
a familiar ringtone came from the back of the clothes rack.
jing xingyaoâs body shook, and her eyes trembled. she raised her leg and kicked the person in the hanger.
fu qinyuan had already turned off the phone, but qian jiang had already turned around.